What keeps us alive,what allows us to endure?
I think it is the hope of loving,
or being loved.
I heard a fable once
about the sun going on a journey
to find its source,
and how the moon wept
without her lover’swarm gaze.
We weep when light does not reach our hearts.
We wither like fields if someone close
does not rain their kindness upon us.
--- Daniel Ladinsky.
